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Incapable
Capable? I fear I’m not
for usually, I’m too hot.
Sleeves I do for vanity,
but capes weren’t made for folks like me.
If the capes are long and fem,
I get my heels caught in the hem,
and if they’re roomy and too wide,
I find that I get lost inside.
I get my purse strap tangled in,
the neck tangled around my chin.
The bat wings flap and catch the breeze.
The wool ones make me gasp and sneeze.
So, if you’re a swaddler, leave me be.
I like my torso cover-free.
The prompt word today was capable.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
I don’t think I would have thought of cape. Great idea and poem. What is the black thing on the model’s face?
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This was a very avant garde gallery in San Francisco where my friend’s daughter worked. It is supposed to be a hat, I think.
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Oh good, I thought it was strange Lego piece …?
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Or a gamepiece from a game of Jacks.
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☺😄
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